Sharing Memes

So, for those of you not following me on Instagram (which I’m choosing to take personally), please understand: that’s where the elite content lives.

The sassy, unhinged, “probably-shouldn’t-be-on-Facebook” memes that simply cannot live here without causing a small community uprising.

Me - Hi, my name is Hiking Hag..... and I am an Obsessive Compulsive Meme Sharer. (OCMS).

Group - "Hi, Hiking Hag."

I don’t just see memes - I embrace them.

I whisper, “You’re coming home with me,” as I hit share.

Sometimes they’re poignant.

Mostly they’re savage.

Occasionally they’re so unhinged I have to sit with them for a minute like, “Is this growth… or a cry for help?”

It’s neither.

It’s comedy.

And for those of you who understand algorithms - and if I, at nearly 60, have cracked the code, so can you - once those little digital gremlins learn your vibe, they FLOOD you.

It’s not magic.

It’s math

To my fellow "OCMS" sufferers: you know the struggle.

You see a meme and think, “Should I share this?

People will think this is my current emotional state.”

No. It’s not a cry for help.

It’s us appreciating dark humour like a connoisseur appreciates fine wine.

Let’s normalize enjoying memes without psychoanalyzing the sharer.

However… if it’s my original meme?

Oh, that’s absolutely my opinion.

Proceed accordingly.